When You Love a Wolf: She is Love

“She is Love”

"When the stars burn out...she'll be here." - Parachute

The door creaked open, causing me to open my eyes. When nothing followed the sound, I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of musk, clover, and sweat. Liam. I sat up in bed and turned to face the door, blinking to adjust to the dark. “Liam?”
         “Just me, baby,” he responded as he closed the door behind him. He moved slowly, drunk on exhaustion and emotion. He was still naked from his run with Michael, James, Tony, and Nick. He crawled beneath the sheets, sliding in beside me. He reached out and touched my shoulder, his fingers running over the silk strap of the nightie I was wearing. He ran his hand down my arm and then back up to cup my cheek.
         “What’s the matter, Irish?” I asked, holding his wrist.
         Without words, he leaned in and kissed me, hard and passionate. I inhaled sharply through my nose, returning it. His hands began to rush up and down my body, drawing me closer to him. I instinctively wrapped mine around his shoulders, gripping his muscles. His lips drifted down to my neck, causing me to gasp. My back arched, pushing my breasts and hips against him. Liam snatched my butt, gripping the muscles and squeezing. He yanked me across the mattress onto his lap. I instinctively straddled him, pressing my groin into his, feeling every inch of him. His mouth covered mine in more kisses and went straight back to my neck, nipping, sucking, licking.
         “Oh, baby,” I murmured, my fingers running through his hair. I arched my hips for his hand to slip down inside my underwear, feeling me. Within seconds, I felt warm and wet all over, dying if I couldn’t have him.
         “I want to make love to you,” he answered, his voice a low raspy growl. “Now.”
         I nodded, my breath caught. The air hitched in my throat when his mouth nuzzled my breast, causing the hot silk to brush against me. He shoved me back onto the mattress, crawling over me. His fingers found my panties again, pushing them aside as he set himself to me. Within a few seconds, I was gasping, pulling myself as I wide as I could for him.
         “I love you,” I whispered, the words coming out over and over. His mouth roved my chin, my cheeks, neck, and collarbone, as he began to thrust. I gasped again, a choked sob sound escaping me.
         “Oh god, I love you too, Violet,” he answered me. I buried my fingers back into his hair, holding his face up near mine. He pressed his nose and lips into the curve of my neck, breathing hard in my ear. He moaned softly. “Damn baby, you feel so good…”
         “You, too,” I answered, breathless. I just wanted all of him, everything, right now. I already felt the spiral of orgasm coming on so soon, and it killed me just a little. So fast, it was going to be over if we didn’t stop and wait. I wanted this build up to last forever until I wanted to scream. And I wanted to scream right now. “Please,” I choked out. “Come with me.”
         “Baby, I’m right there with you,” he answered between gasps, his lips kissing my neck between the words. “I’m about to lose it.”
         “Lose it. Please, god, please.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, straining to hold myself against him. “Now, baby.”
         He groaned, hitting against me harder, panting. I moaned in response.
         The next thing I knew, everything was completely blurry and quiet after a last sob sound from both of us. It was over. And god, it had felt so good. We laid there, him still atop me, for several minutes, panting. Neither of us said anything. I ran my fingers through his hair slowly, eyes closed.
         “Violet?” he whispered softly.
         “Hmm?”
         “I love you…”
         I smiled, nuzzling his ear with my nose. “I love you too.”



I yawned as I hop-skipped down the stairs with one thing in mind: breakfast. The house was quiet still. The boys were passed out from their run. The only reason I hadn’t gone was my fight with Liam over the upcoming assignment in Seattle. I knew he didn’t want me to go; but David needed me. And when an Alpha needed his tracker, she had to go where she was told. I was hoping today the subject wouldn’t come up again. Not after last night when he had come back. I wanted that to be the resolve to the conflict.
         I had dressed myself in Liam’s flannel shirt I had found on the floor of our bedroom. He’d worn it a few days ago and it smelled strongly of his musky scent. The long sleeves went past my fingertips, causing me to constantly push them up. By the time I reached the kitchen, I had resorted to rolling them. I began to scuffle around the kitchen, starting coffee first before scouring for something to eat. I found bacon in the fridge, as well as fruit and cheese. I didn’t care what I ate at this point; I was just hungry. I pushed open one of the whitewash cabinets to reach for the frying pan. This was one of the disadvantages to living with all tall boys; I couldn’t reach a damn thing in the kitchen.
         I attempted to reach for the frying pan with no luck. With a snarl, I went up on tip-toes, balancing on one foot to reach. “Oh, come on,” I muttered. I hopped, pushing my hand into the countertop for an extra boost. My fingers wrapped around the handle and I pulled on my way down. The frying pan came down with me with a clang.
         A chuckle behind me made me turn, blinking.
         Liam stood in the doorway, smiling sleepily at me. “Need some help?”
         I wrinkled my nose, glaring at him. “No, thanks. I got it. Go back to bed.”
         “And risk missing seeing that cute little butt of yours come peeking out when you go reaching for stuff? No thanks. I’ll watch. I can sleep when I die,” he answered, laughing as he came up to kiss my forehead. I tipped my head back to give him one on the mouth.
         “If you’re gonna act like that, I’ll be sure to wear pants and granny panties for the rest of my life, just to piss you off,” I teased, playfully pushing him away to go back to my cooking.
         “That’s not very nice,” Liam responded, going to the fridge and pulling out the eggs and cheese as well as a huge bowl from the cabinet. “If you ever want sex or kids, I suggest you not do that.”
         “Oh yeah?” I taunted, laughing. “Well, then I know you won’t be having any either, then, huh? What a shame.”
         He elbowed me before leaning down to kiss my neck. “Let’s eat then go run. Maybe we can do some wrestling afterwards.”
         I sighed, glancing at the clock. It was nine-thirty. I had to start packing if I was gonna leave tomorrow. “Maybe,” I replied, smiling up at him. “But I’ll warn you, I’m gonna win.”
         “Haha, we’ll see about that,” he laughed, giving me a gentle swat on the butt before beginning to crack eggs into a mixing bowl.